Sorry for the so late post this week, but my laptop is now refusing to turn on and so my computer time has become limited. Therefore, any attempts I make at humor or even at making sense may not work out so well. Please keep in mind that it’s much harder for me to function very early in the morning or very late at night, which is all the screen time I’m getting lately.
So, I know I sound like a broken record of a rabid fan, but the Dollhouse season finale was really something else. Note that I’m calling this the season finale and not the series finale. I’m not yet ready to give up. I’m still waiting for the fat lady to sing and as far as I’m concerned, that hasn’t happened.
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There are only two episodes of Dollhouse left. Maybe for ever and ever. (Unless you count the extra eps on the DVD, that is, the unused pilot and the most likely to remain unaired thirteenth ep.)
Sadly, there was no episode of 
I hate Whedon fans. No, really. I hate them. I can understand when naysayers start saying nay, cause it’s sort of in their job description, but when the actual fans, the people whose very name implies, or should imply, that they are fanatics, start yelling nay as well, I hate it.